Crushed

I walk the road alone lost in my thoughts
Where will it lead, the beginning or the end?
I look up; the white clouds start to wander
Destination it knows not, my companion
Deserted footpath filled with withered leaves
Many a wounded heart stumbled upon
The stream flows, whispering words of comfort
However it trudges, it can never go back in time
The scented flower buds spread its fragrance
A day after, lifeless crushed onto the ground
I placed the crushed petals between my palms
I walked back, there was a thunder storm
Memories of the journey keeps flooding back
It will, till buried beneath the crushed flower.